You begin to sing a sweet song
It is like a cry.
When you dance in the rain
You look like a rainbird
Misted and sad
You look like that red bird
With wings too wet to fly
And I am trying to sculpt
The shape of the wings
Of your soul
In my vision.
I make my wish
It is sure to come true
I need you.
such a nice poem wonderful keep up the good and wonderful work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And I am trying to sculpt The shape of the wings Of your soul In my vision.............. .light still heaves dappled wings of love as gleams enlighten the soul by bliss and shape of semblance precipitates thirst slowly curves the art in colors...........brilliant expression of love through ingenuity, yet heart felt,10+++, thanks for sharing